It's true that I used to be really thin (emphasis on USED TO BE). I once wore a size 3 nicely on my 5'9" frame and turned the men's heads when I walked by. A decade and half and two children later...well...let's just say I don't wear a size 3 anymore. Yeah, I still pine for my size 3 body many days, but it could be a lot worse. While I am pretty "average" now, I'm also far from morbidly obese.
All of this justifying meant nothing, however, when Dear Daughter ran to the kitchen the other day while I was preparing lunch and excitedly said, "Mommy! I just saw a commercial about something that might help you! It was something that will help you control your weight..." and that's when I tuned out. I looked at my husband, who knew enough to mind his own business and so did not say a word until I asked him to. And then he only shrugged as if to say he hasn't a clue where his daughter gets this stuff.
If I truly believed in Jenny Craig, my fat frumpy ass might have called her today for some advice about my "weight problem."
It's a good thing that daughter of mine is only five years old.
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Hmmm ... I say you take away her college fund. LOL
Too funny! A friend of mine was telling me how her son loved to lay on her stomach because it was so "squishy." I'm waiting for the day, I know it's coming.
I'm sporting an extra 20 pounds this summer. The Ohio winter was not good to me. Of course, it could have been all of the peanut butter and cookies I couldn't stop eating.
So far the kids haven't said anything.
Don't take it too heart. My husband and daughter have been calling my behind a "frumpy jelly" for ages. When she went to buy the in-fashion skinny jeans last week, both of them forced me to buy a pair too, now I am taking 30 min brisk walks every day to put my frumpy jelly in and not out!!
My son told me I was so pretty. Except when I just wake up. I want to laugh and cry at the same time!
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